when everything is going smoothly
why do I remain awake at night?
remain immobile of the apprehensiveness that the oddities under my mattress have cultivated more lethal teeth
when they have risen another set of ears, attending to my distrust
and grazing on them, maturing on my nuisance and smearing their tributaries,
entwining themselves through my anxiety, an inviting facade I can see through them
and until I arouse again, I can soar on cotton candy and lie on fudge
because the factual monster is the one gazing back at me through the dashed to pieces mirror
YOU ARE READING
life is still going on
Puisia book which you might relate to written eloquently with my limited vocabulary a book where the feelings i didn't know i felt were translated into habits and now will be written into words. because that's communication for me.
